Messages - Haseri

The Mail's front page was disgusting this morning. I hate that my mum supports it by buying the rag (and The Sun), even if she's on some level aware how terrible they both are.

I'm just glad my constituency is a three-way race for Labour, Lib-Dems and Green (Tories didn't even get 10k votes last election). It means my lefty artist friends can snipe at each other about Corbyn, Farron and Bennett (??) for the next month and a half.

A while ago I had a dream where I was handling a rattlesnake for reasons and it bit me. I went to a PokeCentre to get an antidote and instead of Nurse Joy it was the Irish girl I volunteer with. Then she disappeared and was replaced by someone from work, who just laughed at me.

It took me until get yelled at by customers for 1) telling someone to queue up like everyone else (this is Britain, madam, we queue) and 2) our prices (like I can set them - I finally gave up and told her that she can complain to the company if she cares that much) that I realised the rattlesnake was the job, or at least problem customers. Biting me and filling my veins with poison. And feeling like the company won't help me, especially if I remind the customer I'm not their servant and don't deserve to be treated like ****.

I just wish that every so often, May would turn to the camera and break the fourth wall in the little fantasy Leave has built up around itself that Leave was a unanimous decision and go "Look, we know that this was more or less a 50/50 split and there are a lot of people who are just as upset than are happy about this. We will try to get a good deal, and not have any more situations that cause the news rags to cream themselves all over their front pages."

It happened, once, right after she became PM. But not since.

I also wish there was some sort of effective opposition. I hate how only Farron and Sturgeon are opposing this. Every time I agree with one, the fact that he's opposed to gay marriage comes up; the other wants Scotland to be independent, which would be a shame and I don't think is a good idea for anyone, but I don't blame them.

Understandable. Where I used to live, there were like three or more dogs that barked whenever you had the temerity to walk past their fences. I really really hate the sound of dogs barking but I was the jerk whenever I told their little rats to shut up.

If I had Kilgrave-style mind control, I'd make them do it themselves, just to give them the guilt.

Yeah that was a theme in work yesterday - our lack of gun culture probably saved a lot of people.

/lurk is right, I'm fine with our regular officers being unarmed. I'd be a lot more tense every time I saw police talking to some idiot if I thought either party could pull a gun at any point. I had police at the top of my road last week, talking to somebody in a car. I was fine walking past them and there were people filming what was going on.

Whenever I go to London, it is always odd to see officers with MP5s around Buckingham Palace and one time just out on the street. Considering there are actual soldiers with actual rifles round by the gates.

It reminded me of what going to see Rocky Horror Picture Show must be like.

People doing coke in the toilets, having sex in the side boxes, overweight women squeezed into corsets, overweight and hairy men in women's underwear, a long list of banned materials like KitKats and toast? Members of staff contributing to their letting go by making out with patrons? The increasing feeling of being the designated driver at a heavily drinking party?

We've been on a skeleton crew for the last couple of Sundays because, surprise surprise, people don't like working on Sundays. We've recently had a hiring drive and new folks should be starting in a few weeks, but there's no incentive to work on a Sunday. Our Bistro manager also swanned around like the rest of the building like Front of House weren't swamped. The Front of House manager yelled at him in the offices when he just left the bar.

The Duty manager was called Hitler by a screaming woman.

I was yelled at last week because a man didn't think a show featuring songs of The Kinks wasn't going to be loud. Luckily his friend pulled him away.

I had this dream I was in a new place, sharing with a couple and a girl.

Except my room was actually more or less outdoors. The walls were large iron fences but there wasn't a roof. I asked the letting agent what happened if it rained. She just shrugged and left. I remember thinking about how much I'd have to deal with pigeon crap.

I also went to the White House, which happened to be around the corner from this house. I think I was part of the press corp.

Or just read the back of the packets, a lot of things have suggested recipes.

What I'm doing is stealing recipe ideas from those food box websites (specifically HelloFresh and Blue Apron), as the recipes are free. As long as you reduce the complexity, in case you don't have a dozen prep bowls and access to specific ingredients.